Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Quantec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.